Dear Lisa,

I am sorry to hear about your strange dreams. Sometimes, though, reality is a little stranger. As I was walking to class this morning I fell into step behind someone I assume is a professor. He was balding, middle-aged, dressed sharper than most others who frequented campus, and attached to his laptop bag was a small plush pig keychain. Sometimes I wonder if people become instructors because they don't want to grow up.

Sincerely,
Cyane